The wealthy family announced: Whichever of us—myself or Jocelyn Foster—bears the first grandson of the Hunter family will inherit the billion-dollar fortune. In my previous life, Jocelyn married the physically strong Hector Hunter, arranged by her parents. I married Oliver, who was wheelchair-bound with a gloomy personality. Within a year of our marriage, Oliver Hunter regained the use of his legs, and I became pregnant with the Hunter family’s first grandson. Jocelyn suffered abuse from Hector, lost her mind, and became the laughingstock of high society ladies. On the day I went into labor, she stabbed my belly with a knife, then embraced me as we fell from a high-rise. In this new life, Jocelyn snatched the golden bouquet Oliver had sent. “I want to marry Oliver!” 1 “Jocelyn! How could you take Yvonne’s bouquet?” Jocelyn had just accepted the extravagant golden bouquet when her father’s scolding made her freeze. Father took the golden bouquet from Jocelyn’s hands and passed it to me, saying, “Yvonne, your health is better. Though Oliver has a disability, at least his reputation is good.” Afterward, Father stroked Jocelyn’s head affectionately. “Jocelyn, with your fragile health, marrying Hector is the best option.” Looking at the golden bouquet and the wedding dress I wore, I pinched my palm hard, finally realizing I had been reborn. In my previous life, following my parents’ wishes, I let the frail Jocelyn marry the physically robust Hector. However, the outcome was Jocelyn, seemingly insane, bursting into my delivery room with a knife, screaming, “Why are you the one to bear the Hunter family’s first grandson while I’m locked in a mental hospital!” “It’s not fair!” Her actions left me bleeding. As she dragged me off the high-rise, Jocelyn’s voice still echoed in my ears. “Yvonne, you’re only fit to be beneath my feet.” Just then, Jocelyn snatched back the golden bouquet, fingering the gold-threaded petals with a smirk. “Dad, I don’t care. I want to marry Oliver.” With just that sentence, I knew Jocelyn had been reborn too. My parents, unable to persuade Jocelyn, looked at me helplessly. I understood exactly what that look meant. All my life, my test scores couldn’t exceed Jocelyn’s. Whatever Jocelyn wanted, I had to give up for her. Even when it came to marrying into the Hunter family and bearing the first grandson, my parents quickly arranged for Jocelyn to marry the healthy husband. “If Jocelyn prefers it, we can switch. After all, the Hunter family only cares about who bears the first grandson.” As usual, I calmly accepted the gardenia bouquet sent by Hector. Two cars waited outside—one was a Rolls-Royce sent by Oliver, with a path of carpets and flowers leading to it. The other was an ordinary sports car driven by Hector’s staff, simple in appearance. Before donning our veils and heading to our respective wedding cars, Jocelyn looked at my bouquet and shook her head disdainfully. “Yvonne, don’t say I didn’t warn you. That Hector may look strong, but I’ve heard he’s inadequate in bed. Oliver has really put in effort—the gold flowers he sent even have a unique fragrance.” With that, Jocelyn seemed satisfied, inhaling deeply from the bouquet. Under everyone’s envious gaze, she held her head high and strode forward. I stepped back, holding my breath. “If that’s the case, I wish Jocelyn gets what she desires.”

After safely getting into the car, I carefully examined the bouquet in my hands, only relaxing once I confirmed there were no issues. In my previous life, the golden bouquet Oliver sent was indeed extravagant. However, it nearly left me without even a burial place. Oliver from the Hunter family never wanted to marry. He had mixed perfume into that bouquet—a fragrance designed to provoke passionate reactions. He also arranged for me to be delivered to a private box, attempting to ruin my reputation and thereby legitimately break off our engagement. Now that I’ve been given a second chance at life, we’ll see if Jocelyn can successfully avoid this trap. Just as I stepped out of the wedding car, I felt a sudden grip around my waist. A man lifted me up and quickly carried me into the bridal chamber. Laughter and teasing erupted from outside: “Impressive! Let us see what this woman looks like!” Through the thin veil, I could only vaguely make out the man in front of me wearing a white suit. A lewd smile spread across his face as he reached out to lift my veil. I moved swiftly, quickly grabbing his hand while lifting my veil faster than he could. “You’re not Hector.” My voice was firm as my sharp gaze swept across the men and women present. Everyone’s expression suddenly changed. The man before me was actually attempting to assault me in front of everyone, completely disregarding the surroundings. I forcefully smashed the bouquet into his face, then pulled out the dagger I had prepared, unhesitatingly slashing across his face. Blood splattered as the man screamed. “What an entertaining show.” After a round of applause, a man in a white suit with a woman in his arms emerged from behind the door. He sat on the sofa across from me, slightly raising his eyebrow with a playful smile at the corner of his lips: “Quite ruthless, aren’t you?” I calmly raised my eyes to meet his gaze. “You’re not bad yourself.” Looking at how he deliberately loosened his shirt to expose his abs, paired with his rebellious demeanor. This man was Hector, my husband in this life. In my previous life, I had seen him a few times at Hunter family gatherings. He always presented himself as a playboy, indulging in women outside. But I never expected this wedding to be so absurd. Hector waved his hand, and everyone in the room immediately left. “Hector, you’re not really going to marry this woman, are you?” I looked up at the sound, my gaze falling on the petite woman nestled in his arms. Hector didn’t respond but instead pinched her waist, making her cry out coquettishly, “Stop it!” The two continued their intimate interaction, completely disregarding their surroundings. I let out a contemptuous laugh, looking directly at Hector as I revealed my true intentions. “Hector, how about we make a deal?” “You? What could you offer?” Hector lazily raised his eyes, seemingly uninterested in what I had to say. I wasn’t bothered by this. In the eyes of aristocrats like them, people of lower status like us were merely tools for reproduction. Whether I married Oliver or Hector, I didn’t want to live under someone else’s control anymore. Ignoring his contempt, I extended my hand, pointing from his head downward until I reached the middle of his pants. “I’m offering a deal involving this part of you.” Those around wanted to laugh but dared not make a sound. Hector finally dropped his arrogant, unruly demeanor. His face darkened as he ordered everyone out. As soon as the door closed, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand. Moving close to me, he roughly grabbed my chin: “Yvonne, you should assess your own abilities and status before speaking.”

3 I had to tilt my head back, almost touching his nose. “I can cure your erectile dysfunction.” Hearing this, Hector’s eyes instantly darkened, and his hand violently gripped my throat. I could see the thought in his eyes: Rather than risk uncertain, unrealistic possibilities, better to silence you forever with this secret. As the pressure on my neck suddenly increased, I clutched at his hand, struggling to squeeze out a few broken words: “Three days… just three days… and you’ll see… results… cough.” “If it doesn’t work… you can… deal with me then…” Hector finally released his grip. In that brief minute, I thought I was going to die right there. I dared to speak up because I was absolutely confident. In my previous life, Oliver was even more difficult to handle than Hector. The only reason I stayed with him for so long was because I had value to him. I majored in medicine. This background served me well in my previous life. According to my parents’ wishes, I needed to be mindful of Jocelyn’s feelings and couldn’t outshine her in any aspect. No one knew how skilled I really was. People only knew that I spent an entire year treating Oliver’s leg, which eventually helped him recover. However, no one knew that Oliver also suffered from erectile dysfunction. I treated him for over a month before his wife successfully conceived a child. Thinking about this, I took several deep breaths, then grabbed Hector’s wrist to check his pulse. Fortunately, his condition was similar to Oliver’s—not difficult to treat. “How did you know I had this condition?” Confusion flashed in Hector’s eyes as he grabbed my hand. I smiled and made up a lie: “Before marrying you, I had to learn something about my future husband, didn’t I?” In truth, Hector’s erectile dysfunction was common knowledge in my previous life. Back then, Jocelyn tried everything but could never arouse Hector’s interest. She drugged him and called a private doctor to examine him. The results revealed Hector’s erectile dysfunction. When Hector woke up, he flew into a rage. He suppressed all information about it and sent Jocelyn to a mental institution. Hearing my words, Hector’s pupils slightly contracted as he thought to himself: “After knowing all this, you still didn’t choose my older brother…” 4 Hector was more reasonable than I expected. I prescribed some medicine. If the medicine worked, the price was that he would accompany me to visit my parents three days later. On the day of the traditional post-wedding visit, I waited for Hector outside, but he never showed up. After pondering for a moment, I got into the car alone and headed home. As soon as I walked in, Jocelyn pointed at the room full of gifts and said sweetly: “Dad, Oliver and I picked this coffee for you, and this imperial green crystal is for Mom.” My parents were delighted by Jocelyn’s attention, their lips constantly upturned as they repeatedly said, “Good, good, good.” Seeing me arrive empty-handed, Jocelyn said sharply: “Yvonne, your husband let you come alone?” I smiled gently and replied, “Your husband didn’t accompany you either.” Jocelyn pouted and showed off the large diamond ring on her finger. “You know nothing about this, silly. Oliver is the CEO of Hunter Group, of course he’s busy. Your husband? He just has shares but no real power.” Through Jocelyn’s raised hand, I caught a glimpse of purple bruises peeking out from her sleeve. Oliver was the type who maintained perfect appearances. In my previous life, he was physically disabled with a gloomy, unpredictable personality. Every night, he would beat me violently with various objects. I endured his treatment for a long time, until his leg condition improved and he no longer tormented me. Seeing how happy Jocelyn appeared now, I didn’t want to burst her bubble. I walked past her toward the bathroom. Jocelyn, seeing that I continued to ignore her, hurriedly followed me. “Yvonne, your husband didn’t prepare any gifts for the visit, did he?” Seeing that I maintained my indifferent attitude, her expression darkened. She threw the red wine in her hand at me. But she lost her balance in her high heels and fell heavily to the ground. Jocelyn cried out in pain, which brought my parents running. She immediately played the victim, trying as always to shift blame to me when she did something wrong. “Dad, Yvonne tried to hurt me! She said she wanted me to damage my body so I could never bear the Hunter family’s first grandson! Mom, she’s trying to harm me! Waaah!” I was about to defend myself. After hearing just a few sentences from Jocelyn, my father glared at me angrily and raised his hand to slap me. “Not only did you come without your husband, but you didn’t even bring gifts. And now you’re jealous of Jocelyn!” “What kind of thoughts are you harboring?!” In the next moment, someone stepped in front of me. “Who says I didn’t come?”

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My sister Eudora Ruskin had a physical examination at my hospital and was diagnosed with leukemia. My bone marrow happened to be a perfect match. Driven by a mischievous impulse, I told my family that I was the one who was sick. They unanimously objected. “Donating bone marrow is risky; we can’t let Eudora take that chance.” “Don’t drag your sister down with you. Life and death are in the hands of fate; you must accept your destiny.” Eudora herself flatly refused, using her pregnancy preparations as an excuse. The already fragile family bond was stripped of its last pretense. In that moment of painful clarity, I left the test results behind and severed ties with my family once and for all.

After my rebirth, the first thing I did was replace all of my husband Declan Sullivan’s underwear with black ones. In my previous life, my brother Emmett Nelson’s wife Camila Carter had an affair behind his back. When I discovered the truth and told Emmett, Camila accused me first. Worse still, she somehow found two pairs of black underwear in my room that didn’t belong to Declan. I tried to explain, but Declan slapped me across the face without hesitation and lashed out at me verbally. Emmett looked at me with hatred in his eyes: “I always knew you disliked Camila, ever since the day she married me. But I never imagined you’d be so disgusting as to bring your affair partner home and then accuse Camila.” In the end, Emmett announced he was cutting ties with me, and Declan filed for divorce. In my despair, I walked out and was instantly killed by a truck. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Camila was having her affair at home. The sounds coming from the second-floor bedroom were like needles constantly piercing my nerves. I rubbed my throbbing temples, feeling the dull ache as I looked around the familiar scenes of the villa. I really had been reborn! I stared at the room upstairs where the intimate sounds were coming from, my eyes bloodshot. Damn Camila! She brought another man home, yet accused me. In my previous life, I had forgotten some company documents at home and called a taxi to retrieve them, only to accidentally witness Camila having an affair. I immediately called Emmett. But when he rushed back, Camila accused me first. I tried to explain, but she somehow found two pairs of black underwear in my room that didn’t belong to Declan. Because of those two pairs of underwear, I was branded as the cheater. Emmett decided to cut ties with me, and Declan immediately filed for divorce. In my despair, I wandered out of the house in a daze, and was instantly killed by a truck. This time, I would make Camila pay. With this in mind, instead of foolishly calling Emmett like before, I went straight to the nearest supermarket and bought two pairs of men’s black underwear. After my purchase, I returned to the villa. When I pushed open the door, Camila had just finished showering and was sitting on the sofa wrapped in a towel, watching TV. Seeing me, she was visibly startled. “Emma… why are you home so early today?” Usually, I would work at the company until eight or nine, but today I was home before six. Camila seemed flustered, especially when I stared directly at her neck. The reddish and purplish marks on her neck betrayed what had just happened. “Oh, there wasn’t much going on at the company today, so I left right at closing time,” I replied flatly. Camila nodded awkwardly. “I see.” Noticing my gaze still fixed on her neck, she hurried upstairs and changed into a turtleneck sweater. Around seven, Declan and Emmett returned home one after another. “Emma, I want to quit my job,” Emmett said tentatively while eating. In my previous life, he had also brought up quitting at this time, saying he wasn’t happy at the company. After our parents died, he became my only family, so I arranged for him to work at my company. But shortly after my death, he and Camila joined forces to take over my business, turning him into a successful entrepreneur. “Fine, go ahead and quit,” I said casually. Hearing this, Camila’s face showed a hint of smugness, and she exchanged glances with Emmett. Emmett said, “Emma, no matter where else I work, no one appreciates my talent like you do. So maybe…” Before he could finish, I put down my fork coldly and interrupted, “Maybe you should go beg on the streets.” Emmett’s face immediately darkened. “What kind of talk is that?” “Emmett is actually thinking of you. How can a woman like you manage such a big company with only Declan’s help? You need more men to help you run it properly,” Camila said while peeling a shrimp for me. But remembering her intimate moments in bed earlier, even this shrimp made my stomach turn with disgust. “My company isn’t short on staff right now,” I responded coldly, shutting down all their subsequent arguments with that one sentence. Emmett angrily threw down his fork and walked away. In the past, I would have definitely chased after him to make amends. But now, living a second life, I wouldn’t do that anymore.

The next day happened to be Emmett’s birthday. Declan and I took the day off to rest at home. When Emmett saw me, his anger from last night clearly hadn’t subsided, and his face showed displeasure. During breakfast, Emmett deliberately ignored me. That suited me just fine, as I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him either. As we were finishing breakfast, Emmett finally couldn’t help but ask, “Emma, it’s my birthday tonight. What gift are you planning to give me?” As soon as he spoke, Camila, who was standing nearby, also showed a curious expression. Every year on Emmett’s birthday, I not only prepared a birthday gift for him but also gave Camila an expensive present. I said, “I’ve prepared a surprise for both of you. You’ll find out soon enough.” Emmett grinned from ear to ear, and Camila looked full of anticipation. I hoped they would still be able to smile when they saw my gift. At six in the evening, guests began arriving at the villa. Most were Emmett’s friends and classmates, including Jackson Watson, the man Camila was having an affair with. I found the chef and arranged all the dishes, with dinner set to begin promptly at seven. I pulled Emmett to the wine cellar to get some wine, using the opportunity to tell him about Camila’s affair. Emmett said in disbelief, “Emma, that’s impossible! Don’t talk nonsense!” Seeing Emmett’s expression, I deliberately said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, “Camila is having an affair. She brings men home to sleep with. Do you understand?” Just like in my previous life, Emmett clearly didn’t believe me. He paused for half a second, then grabbed Camila’s arm as she was coming to call us for dinner and asked, “Emma says you’re having an affair. Is that true?” Camila looked at Emmett in confusion, her eyes immediately welling up with tears. “What are you saying, Emmett? I’ve been married to you for so many years. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?” “You really haven’t had an affair?” Emmett looked suspicious. Camila swore, “If I’ve had an affair, may heaven punish me!” With just a few sentences, Camila successfully dispelled Emmett’s doubts. It was the same in my previous life. As long as Camila acted hurt and swore an oath, Emmett’s heart immediately sided with her. And no matter how I tried to defend myself, just because two black underwear that didn’t belong to me or Declan appeared in my room, I was condemned by everyone. However, in this life, I would not let Camila off so easily. I stepped forward and said with a cold smile, “Camila, how dare you say such things?” Seeing me approach, Camila’s already red eyes looked even more wronged. “Emma, because you’re Emmett’s sister, I’ve always been respectful toward you and done as you said. I respect you, but how can you slander me like this?” I said, “I’m slandering you? How am I slandering you?” It was ridiculous that she would accuse me of slander when I had seen everything with my own eyes. Camila took a deep breath, as if she had made some kind of decision, and said to me, “Do you really want to do this? I didn’t want to say anything, but since you insist on slandering me today, I have no choice but to speak up.”

Hearing this, Emmett looked curious. Everyone who came to the birthday party gathered around after hearing the commotion, including Declan. Glancing at Declan, Camila pursed her lips and said to me, “I could have pretended not to know about this and kept quiet, since we’re all family. But I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong to deserve such slander from you. “You’re sleeping with someone behind Declan’s back, then accusing me of it. I know I’m not from a wealthy background, and you’ve always thought I wasn’t good enough for Emmett, wanting us to divorce. But in all these years of marriage, I’ve always been faithful. “You can’t frame me for cheating just because you don’t like me!” After Camila finished speaking, she looked utterly wronged. Emmett and everyone around were shocked. Declan was stunned. “Emma, you!” All eyes moved back and forth between Declan and me, faces full of curiosity. Emmett pulled the nearly tearful Camila into his arms and comforted her, “It’s okay, I know you’re not the one who cheated. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure justice is served!” He then turned to glare at me and demanded, “Emma, cheating is bad enough, but why would you frame Camila for it?” I stared coldly at Emmett. “I’m framing her? Open your eyes and look carefully—she still has kiss marks on her neck!” Emmett suddenly remembered that Camila had been wearing turtleneck sweaters these past few days. Before Camila could react, he pulled down her sweater on the spot. Seeing the faint red marks all over her neck, Emmett froze. “I’m allergic to mangoes. These marks are from accidentally touching mangoes a few days ago,” Camila quickly explained as she noticed Emmett staring at her neck. Afraid he wouldn’t believe her, she even rolled up her sleeves to show him the allergic reactions on her body. As she pulled up her sleeves, patches of red marks on Camila’s skin were revealed. Sniffling, Camila said, “Honey, you know I’m allergic to mangoes. I’ve been taking allergy medication these past few days, which is why I’ve been covering myself up with turtleneck sweaters.” Hearing Camila’s explanation, Emmett’s anger immediately subsided. At this moment, Camila pretended to be unable to bear the humiliation and said to me, “Emma, it seems you won’t rest until you’ve pinned this on me. If that’s the case, I’ll have to bring out the evidence.” Everyone attending the birthday party curiously followed Camila upstairs. Just like in my previous life, she rushed into my bedroom and headed straight for the closet. Then, she pulled out two pairs of black underwear and said, “This is the evidence! “Emma, these belong to the man you’re cheating with, left in your room. “Last time when you two were fooling around at home, I saw him leave without them. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but this time I really can’t take it anymore!” Holding the black underwear from my room, Camila put on a reluctant expression. Looking at the black underwear in Camila’s hands, Emmett pointed directly at my nose with a disgusted face and said, “The evidence is right here. What else do you have to say? I know you hate Camila. Ever since she came to our family, you’ve never liked her. “But I never imagined you’d be so disgusting as to bring other men home and then accuse Camila.” Hearing him say exactly the same words as in my previous life, I couldn’t help but laugh. Emmett frowned. “What are you laughing at?” Looking at Declan, he said, “Declan, why aren’t you saying anything? Your wife brought another man home, and you’re not angry?” Camila shot me a challenging smile, as if to say, “You’re finished.” Emmett and Camila were eagerly waiting for Declan to slap me, as no one could tolerate their spouse cheating. However, they were bound to be disappointed. Under their expectant gazes, Declan awkwardly said, “Camila, those underwear are mine. Is there a problem?” Camila was stunned and said, “But you don’t have black underwear, do you?” “How do you know what color underwear my husband wears?” I interjected. “I…” Camila stammered, unable to say a word. Just then, a sudden cry came from the next room: “What is this?”

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At three in the morning, I was awakened by my two roommates chatting in the bed next to mine. I turned on my bedside lamp and angrily snapped, “Emily, what are you and Jessica talking about in the middle of the night? I’m trying to sleep!” Emily Wilson immediately shot back, “Megan, are you crazy? I was sleeping, not talking. And who’s Jessica? Are you having delusions or something?” Her words instantly jolted me awake. I blinked, only to realize that Jessica Carter, who had been sleeping in the bed next to mine, was gone. Not only had her blanket, shoes, and toothbrush disappeared, but her name had also vanished from the dorm duty roster on the wall. I clutched the ten dollars Jessica had given me earlier that day in my pocket, firmly believing Emily was lying. But Laura Baker, who occupied the other bed, looked at me with confusion and said, “Megan, don’t freak me out. There’s no one named Jessica in our entire school.” Our dorm room was a standard four-person room at the university. Since the first day of college, the four of us had lived together. I clearly remembered that just last Wednesday, the three of us had pooled our money to buy Jessica a birthday cake to celebrate her twentieth birthday. But now Emily and Laura were telling me there was no one named Jessica at our school. That’s impossible. I grabbed Emily’s shirt and said, “Emily, you’re joking, right? You and Jessica were inseparable, together all the time. You can’t possibly forget her.” Emily, annoyed at being woken up, impatiently shook my hand off. “You’re the one who’s joking. I’ve never even heard of Jessica, let alone known her. Are you staying up just to scare us? So childish!” With that, she yanked her blanket over herself. I looked over at Laura. She pointed to the duty roster on the wall and said, “Megan, you must not have slept well and can’t tell dreams from reality. Look at our duty roster—there have only ever been three of us in this room.” I stared into her eyes and couldn’t detect any sign that she was lying. But this couldn’t be right. The memories of attending classes and having meals with Jessica were still vivid in my mind. I couldn’t believe she had just vanished into thin air. I quickly pulled out my phone. “Last week when Jessica had her birthday, we took a group photo. It’s still in my phone. I’ll show you.” I scrolled through the photos in my gallery until I found that group picture. But what I saw shocked me. Jessica, who had been standing between Laura and me wearing a birthday hat, had somehow been replaced by Emily. And searching through my entire photo gallery, I couldn’t find a single picture of Jessica. Laura curiously leaned over. “I told you Jessica doesn’t exist. It was Emily who had a birthday last week. You and I even pooled money to buy that cake. Don’t you remember?” Of course I remembered! But despite all the information we could agree on, Jessica was missing. Yet her existence felt so real to me. I looked again at the increasingly disturbing photo and suddenly realized something strange. In my memory, Emily had taken this group photo of the three of us. I wondered, “If Emily appears in this photo, then who was the person behind the camera?”

“Kelly from the next dorm took that photo for us. If you don’t believe me, you can ask her tomorrow morning.” Laura’s explanation was flawless. If I kept pressing the issue, I was afraid she would really think I was mentally ill. But I just couldn’t believe it. After daybreak, I went to find Kelly Simmons. Kelly glanced at the photo and said, “Yes, I took this picture. I even had some of Emily’s birthday cake. Do you think the photo didn’t turn out well?” Looking at Kelly’s serious face, I was momentarily speechless. When we celebrated Jessica’s birthday, we never invited Kelly. Yet now she was confidently claiming she had attended our birthday party. I felt a chill run down my spine. I gripped her shoulders tightly and said, “Kelly, you’re our class monitor. You can’t lie. The birthday was clearly for Jessica!” “Jessica? There are only three people in your dorm, there’s no Jessica!” She pulled out our class dorm assignment sheet from her backpack. “Look, there’s no one named Jessica on the list,” she said, pointing to the Room 301 section. “Our dorm assignments were allocated based on entrance exam scores. Your group ended up with just three people. You three live in a four-person room. You even said how lucky you were at the time.” Indeed, Jessica’s name wasn’t on the list. But I suspected the list might be fake. Kelly seemed to read my mind and said, “If you don’t believe me, we’ll have to go see the principal.” I immediately agreed. Someone had mysteriously disappeared from my life, and if I didn’t get to the bottom of this, I would truly lose my mind. After hearing our concerns, the principal handed me a class enrollment roster containing everyone’s names and information. I examined it carefully. Everyone in our class was listed, except for Jessica. I thought, “Could my memory really be failing me? But how do I explain the ten dollars in my pocket?” I clearly remembered Jessica borrowing money for lunch and then giving me ten dollars. We even ran into the principal at the school cafeteria that day. Seeing me lost in thought, the principal patted my shoulder and said, “Megan, final exams are coming up soon. You’re under a lot of stress. If you’re not feeling well, you can take the afternoon off and go back to your dorm to rest.” I asked other classmates too. As expected, everyone had forgotten Jessica’s existence. Eventually, I took the principal’s advice and quietly returned to my dorm. The empty room felt frighteningly silent. I opened my computer to browse the internet. Suddenly, a missing person post caught my attention. [Please help me find a girl named Jessica.] My heart raced. I thought, “If Jessica never existed, why would someone be looking for her?” This was very strange. I planned to talk to my roommates again. But when Emily returned to the dorm that evening, she wouldn’t say a word to me. She probably thought I was completely insane. Laura looked at me sympathetically and said, “Emily didn’t sleep well last night, so she’s still upset. Don’t worry though. She’ll be fine tomorrow.” Putting myself in her shoes, I’d be angry too if my roommate woke me up in the middle of the night. It didn’t seem like the right time to discuss Jessica with them. After the lights went out, I lay in bed unable to fall asleep. After a while, as I was drifting off, I was awakened by voices again. The sound was coming from the bed across from mine. I looked over and was terrified. Jessica, who had vanished into thin air during the day, had reappeared!

Jessica was sitting on Emily’s bed wearing pink pajamas. She leaned close to Emily’s ear, whispering something. Emily couldn’t help but laugh. I was shocked after confirming that the two people in front of me were indeed Jessica and Emily. This time, instead of speaking up, I gently tapped Laura’s shoulder, who was sleeping on the same side as me. Half-asleep, Laura looked at me and asked, barely containing her anger: “Megan, what’s going on?” I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Look at Emily’s bed. Isn’t that Jessica talking quietly with her?” Whether it was my tone or Jessica’s name, Laura’s face turned pale. After making sure I wasn’t joking, she put on her glasses and carefully looked toward the bed across from us. A minute later, she turned back to me in frustration, glaring: “Megan, you’re so annoying! There’s nobody else on Emily’s bed!” I asked in confusion, “You really can’t see her?” “Megan, you seriously need to see a doctor. This is the second time!” Laura looked at me like I was insane. If it had been Emily, she probably would have yelled at me already. Being treated like a mental patient twice in a row made me angry too. But when I turned on the lights, something shocking happened. Jessica on Emily’s bed had vanished. My anger instantly disappeared. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. But I still only saw Emily lying in bed, sleeping. Now even I began to wonder if there was something wrong with my mental state. Just as I was hesitating about how to apologize to Laura, Emily suddenly woke up. Seeing the harsh light, she sat up angrily and said, “What are you two doing now? I’m trying to sleep!” Laura gave me a resentful look and said, “Ask Megan.” I quickly explained, “Emily, yes, I turned on the light because I saw Jessica on your bed…” “Jessica again! We’ve said this many times—this person doesn’t exist! She doesn’t exist!” “Megan, did I offend you somehow? Why do you keep preventing me from sleeping?” “I’ve had enough of you. I’m applying for a room change tomorrow!” After her angry outburst, Emily buried her head under the covers. I looked at Laura. Laura wasn’t speaking to me anymore either. After confirming I was completely awake, I turned off the light and looked at Emily’s bed again. This time, nothing unusual appeared. I closed my eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep. The next day, I felt disappointed seeing Emily’s empty bed. She must have been really angry to move out so early in the morning. I stopped Laura as she came out of the bathroom and said, “Laura, I’m really sorry about last night. I must be in a bad mental state lately.” “Do you know which dorm Emily moved to? I want to apologize to her.” Laura frowned and said something that sent chills down my spine: “What are you talking about? Who’s Emily?” I froze. Pointing at Emily’s bed, I asked, “Don’t you remember Emily?” Laura looked confused. “Why would I remember her?” I asked, “What about Jessica? Do you remember her?” Laura shook her head again. “Are they students planning to transfer to our dorm?” My heart sank. After forgetting Jessica, she had now forgotten Emily too. I wondered silently, what on earth was going on? “Has our room always had just the two of us living here?” I asked. “Yes, we’re lucky there are only twenty-two girls in our class. Otherwise, this luxury of having a four-person room for just two people wouldn’t have fallen to us!” Laura said proudly as she peeled off her face mask. I took out my phone and looked at the birthday photo again. Sure enough, Emily’s figure had disappeared from the picture. The person wearing the birthday hat had become Laura. Even on the duty roster posted on our dorm door, after Jessica’s name had vanished, Emily’s name had completely disappeared too. Our dorm originally had four people in total, and now two had gone missing. I worried that tonight, either I or Laura would be the next to encounter an accident. With a serious expression, I grabbed Laura’s hand and said, “Laura, why don’t we move out? I don’t think it’s safe with just the two of us in this four-person room.” “We’re on the fifth floor, and there’s a dorm manager downstairs. Boys can’t even get in here. It’s very safe.” Having lost all related memories, Laura had no awareness of the danger lurking around us. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. If I told her the truth, she would definitely think I was joking like yesterday, or that I was having another mental breakdown. Seeing her confused expression, I urgently said, “I’m just scared, okay? Please move out with me, will you?” Laura said very reluctantly, “Megan, I’m sorry. Finals are coming up soon. I don’t want to move out—it might affect my studying.” I knew she wouldn’t listen to me. Perhaps the only thing I could do now was investigate the truth behind all this. I sighed, suddenly remembering the post I saw online yesterday looking for Jessica. I thought perhaps the person who posted it might know some inside information. I opened my computer and found the post again. To my surprise, the post had been deleted, but the user was currently online. I sent them a direct message: [Hello, I saw your previous post looking for a student named Jessica. I just noticed you deleted the post. Have you found Jessica?] The person replied quickly: [Not yet.] [I know Jessica. Can we meet in person?] With all the strange things happening lately, I suggested meeting offline. After hesitating for a few minutes, they agreed to my request. We arranged to meet at the entrance of the university library half an hour later. When I saw their face, I exclaimed in surprise, “You…”

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After my third dive searching for my missing fiancé Victor Crowe, I had a miscarriage. When I woke up and learned he was still alive, I pulled out the IV and stumbled back home. At my doorstep, I overheard Victor telling his friends, “Cordelia had a child with her ex-husband Damien Sinclair. Who knows if she still has feelings for him? I’m not satisfied with just marrying her like this. I’d rather set up a test to see if she’s willing to risk her life to save me.” Someone worried, “What if Cordelia finds out you tricked her and wants to break up?” Victor smiled confidently, “She’s easy to handle. Get her to sign a marriage certificate, throw a wedding, and she’ll obediently fall in line.” Two weeks later, I placed my miscarriage papers on my wedding dress and left him at the altar. The arrogant Victor cried until his eyes were red, searching all over Los Angeles for his bride. When I woke up in the hospital, the nurse told me I had miscarried. Ignoring the pain in my body, I opened my phone to check the message from the police. They said Victor hadn’t drowned and his location showed he was at Draco Villa. My tense nerves finally relaxed. Without waiting for the IV to finish, I immediately pulled out the needle and took a taxi to Draco Villa. But just before pushing the door open, I heard him saying to his friends: “Cordelia had a child with Damien. Who knows if she still has feelings for him?” My hand froze before knocking. I quietly walked to the window and saw Victor swirling his wine glass, lamenting, “I could have chosen from plenty of untainted women to bring home, yet I got engaged to her. Being too devoted makes me feel resentful.” Someone asked, “So Mr. Crowe, you pretended to drown just to test your importance in Cordelia’s heart?” Victor sipped his wine: “She fears water, yet got a diving certificate for Damien, and never dived again after their divorce. Even when I begged her, she refused to go snorkeling with me in Hawaii. It’s just aquaphobia—she overcame it for Damien but won’t make an exception for me? Such obvious preferential treatment clearly shows she still has feelings for her ex-husband.” The crowd murmured in agreement. Someone opened their phone and excitedly showed the screen to Victor. “Mr. Crowe, look! This woman in a black wetsuit captured by the drone yesterday at the shore looks exactly like Cordelia.” Victor examined it carefully, his mood instantly brightening. “At least she has a conscience.” “Aren’t you afraid Cordelia will discover your deception and demand a breakup, Mr. Crowe?” Victor twisted the engagement ring on his finger, smiling carelessly: “What’s there to fear? She’s easy to appease. Considering she was willing to risk her life diving to find me, I’ll reluctantly take her to get our marriage certificate. This issue will definitely be forgotten.” A chorus of teasing erupted around him. “That’s Mr. Crowe for you, keeping Cordelia firmly under control.” “A woman who’s had a child—marrying Mr. Crowe is like winning the lottery. She should know her place and be completely devoted.” Victor drank his wine slowly, neither confirming nor denying these degrading comments about me. His silent approval was like a knife, tearing my heart to bloody shreds. I looked down at the hospital gown I was wearing. Clutching my aching abdomen, I wiped away my flowing tears and quietly left. I was like a clown making a pathetic exit from the stage.

Lying in the hospital bed, I recalled some memories from the past. Before my family, the Belmont family, fell from grace, both Victor and Damien had pursued me. I accepted Damien’s confession and gave birth to his daughter. Unfortunately, she died due to premature birth. Not long after, the Belmont family went bankrupt. Damien’s mother, Amanda Sinclair, despised me for no longer being able to help Damien’s company, and began creating endless problems. She even threatened to kill herself to force Damien to divorce me. After the divorce, I was left with nothing. For a long time, I struggled just to make ends meet, my days both exhausting and bitter. It was Victor who gave me a flower shop. He tucked a small blooming sunflower behind my ear and said to me, “Cordelia, I hope you’ll grow toward the sun.” From that moment on, I noticed Victor, who had been quietly watching over me all along. After spending a year together, I confirmed that my feelings weren’t just gratitude or settling for second best, but genuine affection, and I accepted his confession. For three years of our relationship, I loved him sincerely. Six months ago, we got engaged, and Victor said he longed for a child of our own. For this, I gritted my teeth and took hundreds of doses of medicine. I had planned to give him the news of my pregnancy as a birthday gift. But now, there was no need. Three days after being hospitalized, I returned to the marital home I shared with Victor. He was wearing an apron, cooking in the kitchen. Seeing me return, he immediately embraced me and apologized softly. “Darling, I was wrong. I got a leg cramp while swimming, and after being rescued, I was unconscious for a while, which is why I forgot to contact you. I’ve made all your favorite dishes. Please don’t be angry anymore, okay?” I buried my face in his shoulder and sobbed. With my severely thin frame and deathly pale face, anyone would say I looked heartbroken. “You jerk! I spent three whole days diving to find you. I was so afraid you’d been swept away by the sea or eaten by sharks…” Victor patted my back, continuously comforting me. “It’s all my fault for making you worry. I promise you, I’ll never go snorkeling again. I’ll always stay by your side.” I continued to cry, barely able to catch my breath, and seemingly casually revealed a secret he didn’t know: “Back then, Damien took me diving, which caused my premature labor and the loss of my daughter. I had sworn never to go near the sea again. But when I thought you were in trouble, I jumped in without hesitation. Do you know how cold the water was, how scared and desperate I felt…” Victor’s body trembled. After his initial shock, deep guilt filled his eyes. What he had perceived as double standards or preferential treatment wasn’t proof that I didn’t love him at all. Remorse and regret overwhelmed him. That night, Victor held me and comforted me the entire time. In the days that followed, I stayed by his side constantly, with such devotion in my eyes that even I found it nauseating. My display of deep love pleased Victor immensely. It also greatly stimulated his desire to make amends. “Darling, the 28th of this month is an auspicious day. Why don’t we move our wedding up to that day?” How perfect. The fish has taken the bait.

During my hospital stay, my best friend Isabella Monroe came to visit me. When she learned that Victor had maliciously set me up, forcing me into the water and causing my miscarriage, she was so furious that she cursed his entire ancestry. “Should we beat him up and then break up with him?” “No, physical pain doesn’t last long enough. You need to make him regret it for the rest of his life!” Isabella advised me. “The best way to get revenge on a man is to take everything away when he’s in the spotlight, feeling happiest and most proud, thinking he has the whole world. Go back the day after tomorrow, show him your wounds, make him feel guilty and heartbroken. Help him pick out suits, plan the wedding, send invitations—weave him a beautiful wedding dream. Then on the wedding day, run away and throw the recording in his face. I guarantee he’ll lose his mind!” I followed her plan exactly, agreeing to Victor’s request for an early wedding and spending an entire day with him running all over Los Angeles. “Honey, a suit is just a suit, they’re all similar. I’ve already tried on more than twenty, can’t we just…” “Absolutely not,” I interrupted, pushing a white custom-made suit with diamond cufflinks into his hands while gazing into his eyes with feigned adoration. “I love you, and I want to announce to the world how important you are to me. I want everyone to know that my groom is unique and deserves the very best.” Victor’s ears suddenly turned red. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head against my neck. “Darling, why the sudden declaration? It’s so cheesy, but I love it.” I smiled as I pried his hands away, gave a perfunctory response, and pushed him toward the fitting room. A minute later, Victor emerged in his new outfit. Honestly, the pure, immaculate white looked like a desecration when worn by such a black-hearted scoundrel. But I was exhausted after pretending to be affectionate all day, and all I wanted was to finish quickly and go home to rest. So I forced myself to compliment him despite my disgust, and let him pay for the suit. That evening, after Victor finished his shower, he embraced me under the covers and his fingers began to undo my nightgown. “Darling, give me a baby,” he whispered, his voice full of desire, instantly snapping me awake. I threw back the covers and ran to the bathroom, where I vomited violently. When I finished rinsing my mouth and stood up, I found Victor holding a pregnancy test, offering it to me with hopeful anticipation. “Darling, could you already be preg—” “Impossible!” I cut him off coldly. Just talking about pregnancy reminded me of the innocent child I had lost because of Victor’s competitive nature. Anger, guilt, and sorrow made it nearly impossible to maintain my facade of calm. My sudden coldness and rejection froze Victor in place, his expression darkening. I pretended not to notice, walking past him to return to bed. A few minutes later, seemingly having consoled himself, he came to embrace me again, saying, “Darling, I’m not forcing you to have a baby. I just thought since you’ve been taking so many medications, if by chance you were pregnant, you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore…” Suddenly, a message notification interrupted his tender speech. Victor glanced at it, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Darling, I have an urgent matter at the company. You go to sleep first, don’t wait up for me.” With that, he changed into a shirt, tied a pink tie, and hurried out. My instincts told me something was wrong, so I called a cab and carefully followed him. The car stopped at a detached house in a neighborhood just two kilometers from our home. As soon as Victor got out, a woman in a bunny girl outfit threw herself into his arms. I watched as they passionately kissed, then Victor pulled off his pink tie, bound her hands with it, and led her inside with a mischievous smile. The nausea I had just suppressed came rushing back. I leaned against a tree, feeling like I might vomit up my bile. Tears blurred my vision. Despite the sweltering summer night, I felt chilled to the bone. “Cordelia, oh Cordelia, is this the good home you found for yourself?” Victor wasn’t just corrupt at heart—he was thoroughly corrupt. His decade-long act as a caring, silently devoted partner was all just a performance. Early the next morning, Victor returned with a sandwich. “Honey, this is your favorite breakfast. I waited in line for over an hour to get it.” Victor acted like we were still in the honeymoon phase, trying to feed me the sandwich himself. I was hungry and too drained to resist, so I let him. Halfway through eating, the furniture installers I had scheduled weeks ago arrived. While Victor went to supervise them, I picked up his phone. His password was the date we got together. I had trusted him completely. Or perhaps he was just too convincing at pretending to be madly in love with me. Either way, I had never checked his phone before. And now, reality slapped me hard in the face. In a chat with someone saved as “Aria,” the messages were too explicit to bear. There were provocative invitations from last night and a message sent just ten minutes ago: [Victor, I made this sandwich with my own hands, filled with all my love for you. Make sure you eat every bite~] The sandwich in my hand dropped heavily. The food in my mouth suddenly became impossible to swallow. I spat it into a napkin and threw it in the trash. After checking Aria’s Facebook, I discovered she had been sleeping with Victor for six years. Their relationship had continued uninterrupted until now. Every night he claimed to be working late or on business trips, they were actually having an affair at his villa. In that moment, I realized I might actually be the other woman. My hatred for Victor reached its peak. I put down the phone and went to find Isabella. “What should I do? I can’t keep pretending. I want to confront him.” When Isabella learned that Victor had been keeping a mistress and wouldn’t cut ties even as our wedding approached, she became even more furious than I was. “That bastard! That animal! I want to cut him up and see if he can still fool around!” After her outburst, she hugged me comfortingly. “Just hang in there a little longer. Only two weeks left. I’ve booked you a ticket abroad and arranged a position at my brother’s company. You can stay overseas and never return to this heartbreaking place.” When I got home, Victor hadn’t returned from work yet. Looking at the wedding dress hanging in the closet, I didn’t hesitate to take scissors and cut it to shreds. In the evening, Victor came home from work. I took out the wedding invitations and asked him to write them himself. “Honey, there are over two hundred invitations. How long will it take me to finish? Can’t my assistant do this instead, hmm?” “Too much trouble? Then maybe we shouldn’t get married at all.” Victor immediately panicked and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. He held me so firmly, as if I were a treasure he might lose if he let go. “Honey, don’t joke about that. I’ve waited ten years for this day. Marrying you is my greatest wish in life.” He kissed my forehead, his gaze tender. “Why don’t we go get our marriage license tomorrow? There’s still half a month to go, but I can’t wait…” Half-jokingly, I said, “You’re so nervous. Did you do something to hurt me and now you’re feeling guilty?” The arm around my waist suddenly stiffened. Victor’s entire body tensed, and his eyes became evasive. “How could I? I love you more than anything. Oh, the ink is drying up. I need to keep writing…” My heart felt bitter and disappointed. On the invitation, he wrote in gold lettering: [I’ll Love You Forever]. Victor looked up and smiled at me, “Honey, days like these feel like a beautiful dream. I’m really looking forward to it.” Good that he’s looking forward to it. That way, his heartbreak will be even deeper. At two in the morning, he finally finished writing all the invitations. Victor put them away with satisfaction and went to the bathroom to wash up. I secretly took one invitation, planning a surprise for the wedding where the bride would be absent. But I never expected my plan would face complications. Ten days before the wedding, Damien called me. He started with, “Victor is cheating on you.” Afraid he might interfere with my plan, I agreed to meet him at a café. As soon as we sat down, he pushed a thick stack of photos toward me. Without even looking at them, I asked, “So what?” Damien was momentarily stunned. After recovering, he became extremely agitated. “You knew he was cheating all along and still want to marry this complete waste? Are you insane, Cordelia Belmont?” I remained unmoved. I took a sip of my coffee and countered, “And what’s the alternative? Should I go back to a mama’s boy like you, get divorced again, and lose my daughter and all my assets?” Damien instantly deflated: “No, don’t say that… Cordelia, I love you. I haven’t touched another woman in the four years since you left, I…” I couldn’t help but laugh mockingly: “Do you men have some kind of loyalty quota to fulfill? Always performing these pathetic acts.” I picked up my bag, ready to leave. But Damien grabbed my wrist. “Cordelia, I wronged you before. I won’t stop you from pursuing happiness, but I can’t stand by and watch you jump into the fire. Victor probably only pursued you to spite me in the first place—he doesn’t love you at all!” With a loud slap, I struck him across the face. “Are you proud of belittling me? In your mind, am I just a fallen heiress who doesn’t deserve happiness, only fit to be a trophy in your male competition games?” “No, it’s not like that, Cordelia. Please don’t be angry. I just don’t want you to marry him and end up heartbroken. Let me take you away…” Damien begged desperately. But I pried his fingers off one by one and walked away without looking back. Clearly, Damien didn’t listen to me. In the days that followed, Victor nervously shadowed my every move. He’d nearly have a heart attack whenever I so much as checked the time on my phone. Of course, I knew rumors of his affair were spreading everywhere. But I pretended not to see or know anything. I took him to amusement parks, to watch the sunrise, to stroll hand in hand around our old university campus, and to buy cotton candy together. At each place, I nostalgically recalled details of how he had pursued me. Isabella was right—you have to make a man remember how hard he worked to win you, so he’ll regret it more deeply when he loses you. Sure enough, after several such outings, combined with his guilt over the cheating scandal, the love in Victor’s eyes when he looked at me grew increasingly intense. He stayed up for two nights straight designing a fireworks display called “Ten Years” to be set off on our wedding night. He personally reviewed every detail of the wedding, meticulously considering even which flowers should go where. He even spent fifty million dollars to buy a star and name it after me to commemorate our marriage. “Darling, we’re getting married soon, right?” he asked. “Of course, the wedding is the day after tomorrow.” Victor held my hand, asking me to make a promise. “Darling, promise me that even if you discover I’ve made mistakes, you won’t leave me. You can hit me or scold me, I’ll change, but please don’t abandon me…” I joked, “Is getting married making you this nervous? There’s still one day left—it’s not too late to cancel the wedding.” Victor, this was the last chance I was giving you. Unfortunately, he refused it. “Darling, don’t scare me. We will get married. I absolutely must make you my wife.” On our wedding day, I woke up very early. I placed my abortion papers and Damien’s photos on top of the shredded wedding dress. Just before my flight took off, I received a photo from Victor. In the luxurious wedding venue, he stood in a perfectly tailored white suit. Holding roses, he looked nervous yet excited. “Darling, you must look beautiful today. I can’t wait to say ‘I do’ in front of everyone.” Suddenly, I found myself looking forward to it. I was eager to see Victor’s expression two hours later when he discovered I had fled and Aria was the bride instead.

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After completing the discharge procedures and returning to the ward, I witnessed my husband, Gary Carter, walking into the nursery. Confused, I was about to push the door open when I saw him switch my daughter’s incubator with the one next to it. At that moment, I heard a woman’s sweet voice. “Gary, I’m so grateful. I promise I’ll take good care of your daughter from now on.” Gary looked at her lovingly and vowed, “From this moment on, Laura is my baby girl. I’m her father. I’ll definitely treat her as my own daughter and give her the very best. As for the baby in your arms, send her to the countryside for your mother to raise.” Outside the room, I trembled with rage. Nicole Phillips was Gary’s childhood friend. To give her a complete family, he was willing to sacrifice my daughter. Since he treated us this way, I decided to fight back. Inside the ward, Gary put his arm around Nicole and said, “Nicole, trust me. When Laura grows up, I’ll make sure she accepts you as her mother!” Looking at the two of them embracing and crying, I clenched my fists in fury. How could Gary be so heartless? Suddenly, a baby’s cry from a nearby ward interrupted my thoughts. I turned and slowly walked toward the room, but didn’t comfort the crying baby, just standing coldly to the side. Hearing the cries, Gary burst through the door. Seeing me standing by indifferently, he shoved me to the floor. “Why didn’t you comfort her when she was crying? As her mother, how could you just stand there watching her cry?” Gary gently picked up the baby, the disgust in his eyes instantly replaced with tenderness. But I clearly remembered that he never liked children before. He had repeatedly urged me to get an abortion. When I refused, Gary had angrily told me, “If you insist on having this baby, then you’ll raise it yourself. I won’t take care of it!” Nicole quickly followed him into the ward. With reddened eyes, she hurried to Gary’s side and took the baby from him, cradling and soothing her. The baby’s cries gradually subsided, and soon she fell peacefully asleep. Gary sneered, “See? Nicole got the baby to sleep right away. You’re useless.” Then he turned to Nicole, his face full of concern. I watched it all silently, laughing bitterly to myself as I swallowed this pain. I struggled to my feet, wanting to leave, but at the doorway I collided with a nurse carrying a baby. The nurse said, “Ms. Phillips, your daughter has a high fever. Please come check on her!” The baby’s face was sickly pale, wrapped only in thin, tattered cloth. I stood frozen, tears streaming down my face. This was my real daughter, Anne Carter!

I whipped my head around to look at Gary, curious about his reaction. However, Gary seemed as if he hadn’t heard a thing, focusing only on Nicole and the baby in her arms. I felt nothing but disappointment. His blatant favoritism toward Nicole was so obvious, yet I hadn’t noticed it at all before. Nicole showed no intention of leaving either. Gary said, “Newborns have weak immune systems. It’s perfectly normal for them to catch minor illnesses.” He impatiently ordered me, “Nicole is busy right now. Go help her by taking the baby.” At this point, I was too worried to care about them anymore. Anxiously, I took Anne into my arms. As soon as I got close to her, I could clearly feel Anne’s abnormal body temperature. Holding back my anger, I said, “Nicole, please look at your daughter. If this continues, her condition will only get worse!” Gary scolded me, “You’re so useless. Don’t order Nicole around. Get out of here before you make things worse!” Before I could respond, he rushed over, snatched Anne from my arms, and roughly tossed her onto the nearby bed. Anne hit the bed hard and burst into tears. Gary reached out and covered Anne’s mouth, deliberately lowering his voice as he reprimanded her, “Shut up! Don’t disturb others who are sleeping!” Anne’s face turned bright red, only able to make muffled sounds. My heart ached, but I felt powerless. Eventually, Nicole found Anne too noisy and had to take her back to her own hospital room. Gary went back to taking care of Laura. Deeply concerned about Anne, I seized the opportunity to sneak to Nicole’s hospital room door. Anne had been carelessly placed aside by Nicole, curled up and shivering. Nurses came in and out, checking Anne’s temperature several times, while Nicole didn’t even glance at her. Nicole sat nearby, casually talking on the phone: “Mom, I’m preparing to leave the hospital. Come tomorrow and take this child away! I don’t want to deal with her anymore. Do whatever you want with her.” I thought with surprise, “Why is she in such a hurry to send Anne away?” I absolutely couldn’t let Anne be sent to the countryside to suffer abuse! For Anne’s future, I had to switch these two babies back as soon as possible! The next morning, I deliberately tore Laura’s baby clothes and smashed her bottle as well. Seeing the mess, Gary lost his temper and yelled at me impatiently. “How can you be so clumsy? Nicole is always so careful!” Just then, Laura woke up and started crying loudly because she was hungry. Gary quickly turned to comfort her. To prevent Laura from going hungry, he had no choice but to go out immediately to buy emergency supplies from a baby store. Before leaving, he warned me harshly, “Take good care of her. If I come back and find any more problems with my daughter, I’ll be very angry!” Then Gary left with Nicole. Watching them walk out of the hospital arm in arm, I didn’t have time to think twice. I avoided the nurses and quickly switched the two babies back. But I kept worrying that Gary and Nicole would discover what I had done. Just as I was thinking this, I looked up and saw an elderly woman pacing back and forth outside Nicole’s hospital room. She muttered to herself, “Nicole asked me to come pick up the baby. Why can’t I find her?”

I immediately recalled what Nicole had said on the phone yesterday. I guessed that the elderly woman before me must be her mother. In a flash of insight, I took the initiative to link arms with the elderly woman. “You’re here to pick up Nicole’s daughter, aren’t you? I’m her friend. She had to step out for an emergency and asked me to hand the child over to you.” As I spoke, I enthusiastically led the elderly woman into the hospital room and without hesitation handed Nicole’s child to her. The elderly woman took Laura, examined her briefly, and thanked me repeatedly with a smile. As she was leaving, I heard her mutter to herself: “This girl is so adorable, she’ll definitely fetch a good price.” After watching her leave, I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew Nicole’s mother wasn’t a good person either. By the time Nicole and Gary returned, I had already taken care of everything. Gary rushed into the hospital room and began frantically searching for the baby. “Where’s Anne? Where has Anne gone?” Seeing me sitting motionless on the hospital bed, he frowned and said harshly: “Why are you sitting there again? Don’t tell me you’ve abandoned Anne somewhere again?” I held Anne in my arms and turned slightly, blocking Gary’s view. “Anne is already asleep. Don’t wake her up.” I gestured for him to lower his voice. Only then did Gary notice Anne sleeping in my arms, and reluctantly closed his mouth. Meanwhile, Nicole received the news that Laura had been picked up by her mother. They both firmly believed that the real Anne had been sent to the countryside, completely unaware that the two babies had been switched. In the days after we left the hospital, Gary showered Anne with care and gave her the very best of everything. He did everything possible to get Anne into the top local private school. On Anne’s tenth birthday, Gary even bought her a luxury apartment. At first, Nicole would sneak into my home to visit Anne when I wasn’t around, using my things and sleeping in my guest room. I pretended not to notice until she became increasingly presumptuous. She frequently came to my house for meals, hypocritically holding my hand and expressing her desire to be Anne’s godmother, while constantly saying things to drive a wedge between us. I ignored Nicole and Gary’s little movements under the table and their provocative glances. But she genuinely cared about Anne, bringing many gifts each visit, wanting to give Anne everything. With their contributions, my burden was considerably lightened. I thought life would continue peacefully this way, until one day a relative visiting for dinner casually remarked: “Anne looks more and more like her parents!” I froze, catching a glimpse of Gary’s face suddenly changing color. From that day on, his attitude toward Anne gradually cooled. I tried to fabricate lies to cover the truth, but as Anne grew older, similar comments became more frequent. The truth eventually came to light. One day, after picking Anne up from school, I had barely stepped through the door when Gary violently pushed me to the ground. He grabbed my collar and roared furiously: “This isn’t my daughter! Give me back my daughter!”

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My husband, Harry Mullen, asked me to print sixty documents. He told me they contained private information about his students and instructed me not to look at them or show them to anyone else. After printing them, I put them in a folder without even glancing at them. Even when my best friend was curious and wanted to see them, I followed Harry’s instructions and didn’t show her. I sealed the folder and personally delivered it to Harry. A week later, I became the target of cyberbullying and was trending online. People called me vicious, sent messages insulting my parents, and vandalized my home. Only then did I discover that the “confidential documents” Harry had me print were actually photoshopped nude pictures of a female student in his class. Later, those photos spread online, and the girl, unable to bear the public pressure, jumped from a building and killed herself. When I tried to defend myself and brought Gina to testify for me, she publicly accused me instead, claiming I was narrow-minded and jealous of every woman who had contact with Harry, even his students, and that I had photoshopped those images to spread rumors… I was thrust into the center of the controversy. The victim’s enraged family found me and threw sulfuric acid on me. I was stabbed 18 times and died on the spot. Harry issued a statement of forgiveness to my killers, saying I was malicious and deserved to die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Harry asked me to print those documents. ***** “Janice, why are you being so secretive? What’s in that folder you’re copying?” My best friend Gina Riddle’s familiar voice reached my ears. I suddenly came back to my senses, focusing on the folder in my hands. I reflexively touched my neck, the phantom pain of my decapitation still lingering. Looking at Gina, who was questioning me with ill intent, I glanced down at the folder in my hands and realized I had truly been reborn. I had returned to the day Harry asked me to help print those documents. In my previous life, because the printer in Harry’s faculty housing was broken, he asked me to help print 60 copies of what he called “private student documents.” When he asked me to print them, he emphasized that these documents contained student privacy and instructed me not to peek at them or show them to anyone else. I obediently followed his instructions. Even when Gina was curious and wanted to see, I didn’t open the folder or reveal a single word to her. But I never expected that one week after I handed the folder to Harry, I would become the target of cyberbullying and trend online. That’s when I learned that what Harry had me print were sixty student exam papers. On the blank back of each exam paper was printed a suggestive bedroom photo of a female student. Though blurry, the students still recognized it was their classmate, Tabitha Moore. These photos printed on the back of the exam papers were photographed by students and spread online. Rumors spread rapidly. Many perverted men began harassing Tabitha. Her classmates labeled her a “slut” and other terrible names. Unable to withstand the online abuse, Tabitha jumped from the school building and took her own life. Eventually, they discovered I was the one who printed the exam papers. They believed I was the culprit who spread rumors about Tabitha. I couldn’t defend myself, so I brought Gina, who was staying at my house that day, to testify for me. Unexpectedly, Gina, also a teacher, stood up and accused me instead. “Janice often complained about that girl to me, calling her a vixen who dressed provocatively to seduce her husband. It’s the 21st century—people have the freedom to dress how they want. I never thought she could be so malicious.” “Also, Janice was indeed secretively printing many documents that day and wouldn’t let me see them. I suspect she had already printed those photoshopped nude pictures on the back of the exam papers!” “She killed an innocent child because of her jealousy. It’s absolutely vicious!” She posted this video accusing me online. When the victim’s family saw it, they were furious. They found me and threw sulfuric acid on my face. The pain left me unable to resist as they took a knife to my neck. They had to hack at my neck 18 times before my head was finally severed… Instead of seeking justice for me, Harry wrote a letter of forgiveness for my killers, joining the online mob in saying I deserved to die. Thinking about all that had happened, I carefully examined the folder in my hands. Without a doubt, those exam papers already had the photoshopped bedroom photos of the female student printed on the back. But I couldn’t understand why Harry, as a high school teacher, would want to harm Tabitha. I couldn’t figure out why both Gina and Harry kicked me when I was down after I was framed. I began to suspect that I was their real target all along. I turned on my phone’s voice recorder and looked at the preoccupied Gina with a smile. “These are student private files Harry asked me to print. He told me not to look, so I don’t know what’s inside.” Gina looked a bit nervous. “If he told you not to tell, should you really be telling me?” “What’s there to worry about? We’re best friends, aren’t we?” I replied with a smile, weighing the documents in my hand. I believe that since heaven has given me a second chance, I can definitely avoid the tragedy of my previous life.

Gina laughed awkwardly and headed to the guest room with a strange look on her face. To prevent them from framing me again, I opened the folder in the middle of the night and completely destroyed the female student’s photos, replacing them with intimate pictures of Gina and Harry that only showed half of their faces. The next day, I handed the folder with sixty documents directly to Harry. I felt secretly smug, thinking the events from my previous life wouldn’t repeat themselves. A week later, Tabitha, the female student from their school, still committed suicide and became a trending topic. This time, Tabitha didn’t jump from the school building. Instead, she chose to jump into the river late at night. Due to the rapid currents, her body still hadn’t been found downstream. The police only discovered her shoes, a suicide note, and surveillance footage of her jumping at the riverbank. That afternoon, there was an urgent knocking at my door. A group of people and several police officers stood at the entrance, with Harry and Gina among them. Harry approached me with a grim expression and accused, “You spread rumors and caused someone’s death.” “I never thought you could be so vicious!” Just like in my previous life, Harry blamed me without distinguishing right from wrong. I said with certainty, “You were the one who asked me to print those exam papers. You know I’m being wrongfully accused, so why are you slandering me?” “At a time like this, you’re still making excuses? The police are here, and you still won’t confess?” Gina, standing nearby, chimed in, “That’s right. You know what you did. If you admit your crime now, you might still be forgiven.” Gina clung to Harry’s arm, leaning against him, her gaze toward me full of defiance. In my previous life, I suffered tremendously because of the testimonies from these two people who were closest to me. I coldly retorted, “Where’s your evidence? Be careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation!” This was the first time I didn’t show any courtesy to the two people in front of me, and they were stunned. Gina glared darkly and complained to Harry, “Look at her, she even dares to threaten us…” Harry exploded in anger, “Janice, you dare threaten us! You killed someone, and you’ll definitely go to prison!” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with these people again, so I turned to the police, “Officer, I’ve never spread rumors or slandered Tabitha. Please investigate thoroughly.” The visiting officer asked, “Your husband and this lady testified that you printed the exam papers…” After thinking for a few seconds, I countered, “Don’t you find it suspicious? Their printer was broken, but every office at their school has a printer. Why did Harry specifically ask me to help him print? And coincidentally, on that very day, Gina made an excuse to stay at my house. I have reason to suspect they conspired to frame me.” Seeing the police officer seriously considering this point, Harry and Gina, standing nearby, became anxious. At that moment, Tabitha’s mother, Amanda Moore, pushed through the crowd and rushed toward me, her face contorted with rage as she shouted, “You’re so evil. How could you print my daughter’s photos on the back of exam papers… “You must compensate us! Looking at how grand your place is, give me 500 million dollars, and I’ll drop the matter.” Hearing these outrageous, morally manipulative words, I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing me laugh, Amanda seemed to have caught something, and accused me with a venomous, mocking tone, “You deserve a horrible death! How dare you laugh at a time like this!” I looked at her with contempt and said, “I’ve seen those photos. They’re blurry and unclear. As a mother, you don’t care about your daughter’s reputation and readily admit those are her photos. You really love her, don’t you? “Or is it that you don’t care about your daughter’s life at all and want to exchange it for money to buy your son a house?” Amanda, as if I had hit the nail on the head, immediately retorted, “You’re talking nonsense!”

I opened my phone and pulled up that photo. “Take a good look. Is this your daughter? “Although this photo is blurry, does your daughter also have a mole at the corner of her eye? Why do I feel like this photo resembles Gina more than Tabitha?” When Gina heard this, she quickly glanced at the photo. In her panic, she immediately tried to snatch my phone, but I swiftly dodged her. She glared at me, her eyes full of resentment. “Janice, don’t go too far! How dare you claim this is my photo. Stop your slander.” “Isn’t killing Tabitha enough? Now you want to ruin my reputation and drive me to suicide too? Is that it?” I gazed at her performance with indifference. “Well, your mom’s just a masseuse, so of course you don’t care about reputation. But we’re different—our parents have respectable jobs…” With that simple taunt, she struck my most hidden secret. I immediately slapped her across the face. “Gina, do you think you have any right to say such things?” Gina and I were neighbors, and we had played together since childhood. That day, when Gina’s house caught fire, my father ran in without hesitation and rescued her. Yet Gina kept crying and screaming for my father to go back in to save her kitten. As a result, my father never came out again… Having lost the pillar of our family, my mother could only earn money by giving massages at home. Even though Gina had caused my father’s death, neither my mother nor I ever blamed her. I never imagined that today, the way my mother made a living would be turned into a knife to hurt me. When Harry saw me slap Gina, he immediately pulled her into his arms, his face full of concern. “Janice, if you dare hit Gina again, we’re getting divorced. A vicious woman like you should leave with nothing. You don’t deserve to be my wife! “As a teacher, I certainly can’t have a murderer for a wife. Why don’t you pay compensation and then die in prison?” Although I had already seen through this man, it was only at this moment that I truly felt disgusted. Just a country boy who’d climbed the social ladder—nothing worth holding onto. Fighting back the pain in my heart, I coldly looked at the onlookers. “I’ll say it again: I had nothing to do with Tabitha’s death, and I didn’t spread any rumors. Either show me concrete evidence, or get out.” Seeing my strength and fearlessness, everyone was intimidated by my demeanor. As the crowd began to hesitate, Gina stepped forward. She took a deep breath and said, “Actually, Janice has badmouthed Tabitha in front of me many times. She even said Tabitha dressed provocatively, was a seductress, and was always running to Harry’s office—implying they had something going on… “She once asked me for Tabitha’s photo, and I gave it to her without thinking. Now I realize she wanted it to photoshop. After Tabitha died, she told me more than once that Tabitha deserved it.” Her words caused an uproar among the crowd. Hearing this, Amanda gained confidence and began to brazenly negotiate a price with me. The police officer standing nearby now looked at me with scrutiny. Seeing everyone’s indignation, Gina continued to fabricate lies. “Although Janice and I grew up together, I can’t betray my conscience. “I never imagined my good friend would be someone with such malicious intentions.” She pretended to wipe tears from the corner of her eye, looking at me with satisfaction. I calmly replied, “Don’t you understand what ‘concrete evidence’ means? You think your words alone can prove I’m guilty? “Don’t be ridiculous.” Seeing that I wasn’t bothered at all, she gritted her teeth and said emphatically, “I’m just telling what I’ve seen and heard. I don’t want everyone to be deceived by you. You killed Tabitha—that’s a fact! You’re a murderer!” I let out a scornful laugh. “Well, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I’m not a murderer.” Then, in front of the police and everyone present, I called toward the inner room. “You can come out now.” A thin figure emerged from the bedroom at the far end. When the police and the crowd saw this person’s face, their eyes widened in shock, trembling and speechless.

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My husband Colin Owens spent $100,000 on a custom-made doll that accidentally killed my good friend’s son, Ollie Mays. The day he brought the doll home, he told our daughter Ellen Owens, “This is specially ordered from abroad for you. Don’t let any other children see it, not even Ollie, in case they damage it.” I thought Ollie was too young to care, so I didn’t take it seriously. But that evening, as the children fought over the doll, Ollie fell down the stairs and died instantly. My good friend Marissa Mays pointed at me, sobbing hysterically, “You deliberately instructed your daughter to kill my son! Why would you do this?” Even Colin blamed me: “I never paid attention when you said you hated Ollie before, but how could you harm a child!” They posted the video online, triggering massive cyberbullying. Before I could clear my name, my daughter and I were hit and killed by an enraged internet user in the middle of the road. Shortly after my death, Marissa married Colin and moved into my mansion. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Colin brought the doll home. As I heard Colin and Ellen’s playful voices, I snapped out of my daze. “Ellen, this is a handmade doll specially commissioned from abroad. You can’t let other children see it, they’ll take it away, especially Ollie.” These familiar words instantly cleared my mind. I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, I thought Ellen was too young to remember what Colin said, so I didn’t pay attention. My carelessness resulted in our tragic deaths. Our bodies were so mangled they couldn’t even recover all the pieces. Recalling how Ellen’s skull was crushed by a truck, her brain matter splattered everywhere, I trembled with hatred. Suppressing my rage, I turned to Colin and said, “Colin, Marissa said she’s bringing Ollie over tonight. I’ll prepare dinner now, why don’t you go pick them up?” I didn’t miss the flash of joy in his eyes as he turned to leave. I went to the kitchen and clenched my fists tightly, the pain reminding me to stay calm. I knew it wasn’t time yet to expose their true faces. That’s when the truth was revealed to me. In my previous life, after my death, Marissa moved into my mansion, spent my money, and slept with my man. She even mocked me in my own bed: “Leah was such a fool. So what if she could make money? Now everything is mine!” Colin rolled on top of her, breathing heavily, “Don’t mention her when we’re having such a good time!” He reached over to turn off the lamp, leaving only the sound of their moans in the room. That’s when I realized they had been together behind my back all along. They had set a trap, causing Ellen and me to die tragically because of Ollie. They seized my property and lived a carefree life! Hearing Colin humming cheerfully as he left, I smiled bitterly. He had shown his true colors early on, but in my previous life, I had focused all my attention on my daughter and ignored Colin’s behavior. An hour later, the doorbell rang. “Leah, we’re here.” I opened the door to find my neighbor Katy Mueller standing there with her daughter, smiling. Her daughter Erin Mueller was Ellen’s playmate. Their timing was perfect; I had just finished preparing the house. After they came in, I handed the doll to Erin. “Do you like it? It’s for you. No other children have one, so take good care of it.” Erin happily accepted the doll, and she went upstairs with Ellen to play. Then, I sat down with Katy and sincerely said, “Katy, I’d like to make Erin my goddaughter – a spiritual daughter I would guide and protect. We’ll be family from now on.” I thought she might hesitate or decline, but to my surprise, she agreed immediately. After chatting with her briefly, I got up to serve the food from the kitchen. In my previous life, everyone accused and insulted Ellen and me for being vicious. Only Katy and Erin cried at our graves, saying they didn’t believe we would harm anyone. This time, I deliberately invited them over to witness what would happen. This way, Colin and Marissa wouldn’t be able to blame Ollie’s death on Ellen and me.

The food had just been served when the fingerprint lock beeped. The three of them came in. I pretended not to notice the intimate gestures between Colin and Marissa, and asked them to wash their hands before dinner. Colin noticed Katy, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. Marissa deliberately pulled me aside and whispered accusingly, “Why did you invite someone else to dinner? The house is such a mess! Is that the custom-made doll Colin ordered in that little girl’s arms? What if she damages it? What will Ellen play with then?” Looking at her pretending to care about Ellen, I felt nauseated and wanted to slap her. “Katy helped solve Ellen’s kindergarten enrollment issue. I’m just thanking them with a meal. Is that a problem? Besides, I’ve already given that doll to Erin. We should show gratitude when someone helps us.” She blurted out, “That’s unacceptable! What about Ollie?” Realizing her slip, she quickly explained, “I mean, Colin bought it specifically for Ellen. How could you just give it to someone else? What if Colin gets angry? Besides, even Ollie hasn’t played with that doll, yet you gave it away. And you claim to care about her.” I gave a cold laugh, but before I could respond, there was a loud crash from the staircase. Katy cried out, “Watch out!” But it was too late. Ollie had tumbled down the stairs and hit the floor hard. Colin and Marissa immediately rushed over to check on Ollie, the concern on their faces appearing genuine. The two little girls, seeing the blood on the floor, burst into tears. Katy hurried to comfort them while I called 911. “Don’t move him! The doctor said moving him could cause secondary injuries. Wait for the paramedics!” But Marissa wouldn’t listen and insisted on picking Ollie up. “Leah, how can you be so cruel? My son is badly hurt, and you want him to lie on this cold floor? I need to hold him.” Colin interjected, “It’s already hard enough for Marissa raising a child alone. How dare you stop her from holding Ollie? Get out of the way!” He shoved me aside and lifted Ollie into Marissa’s arms. I clearly saw the challenge in Marissa’s eyes, but I just smiled. In my previous life, I had also warned them not to move Ollie and to wait for the ambulance. But they insisted on picking him up, taking turns holding him. By the time the doctor arrived, they could only shake their head, saying a rib had punctured too deeply into Ollie’s lung, and he couldn’t be saved. I didn’t fully understand then, but seeing them now, I finally did. Witnessing this, Katy angrily said, “Falling from such a height, he absolutely should not be moved! Why do you insist on holding him? You’re hurting him! I’ve never seen a mother like you!” Hearing her words, they finally stopped, which gave Ollie a chance to hang on until the ambulance arrived. Afterward, we all went to the hospital, with Katy staying behind to look after the two little girls. While Ollie was still in emergency care, Marissa was already eager to blame me.

Marissa pointed at me, cursing through her tears. “Leah, we’ve been friends for over a decade. Why would you kill my son? It was just a doll—couldn’t Ollie even look at it?” Colin supported her while glaring at me with disgust. “You often complained about Ollie at home. I thought you were just venting. How could you be so cruel to a child!” Despite being mentally prepared, hearing these words still hurt deeply. I gritted my teeth and asked Marissa, “You claim I killed your son. Where’s your evidence?” She hadn’t expected me to be so direct, abandoning all pretense of courtesy. Sobbing, she buried herself in Colin’s embrace. Colin actually had the audacity to hold her with one arm while raising the other to strike me. “Marissa has struggled as a single mother for so many years. Hasn’t she suffered enough? How can you be so vicious!” I blocked his hand and slapped him across the face. “You’re well aware she’s a single mother—anyone watching might think you’re her husband!” I scoffed coldly. Colin held his cheek, staring at me in disbelief. “You’re impossible!” Having hit a nerve, they awkwardly separated, maintaining some distance between them. Seeing I wasn’t going to be manipulated like before, Marissa quickly changed tactics. She fell to her knees, pleading, “I’m begging you, please leave us alone. I promise Ollie will never fight with your daughter over dolls again…” Noticing the growing crowd of onlookers, I smiled contemptuously. Then, I announced loudly, “Marissa, we’ve known each other for over a decade, yet you’ve been sleeping with my husband. Why would you do this?” She had intended to use these people to shame me into submission. But having died once, I was no longer the weak person I used to be. If she thought she could still manipulate me, she was dreaming. Hearing my words, Marissa jerked her head up. “That’s not true! You can’t just slander me because I’m vulnerable. Is a single mother supposed to be looked down upon?” She was really good at twisting concepts. I had never looked down on her—I’d actually helped her considerably. When she gave birth, I was the one who accompanied her at the hospital and paid her medical bills. Calmly, I walked to the emergency room door and pointed inside. “Do you dare to have Ollie take a paternity test with my husband? I’ve asked—results can be ready in as little as two hours.” She rose shakily, visibly panicked. “Ollie is fighting for his life! Have you lost your mind? You’re just bullying us because we have no one to protect us!” Colin grabbed my arm roughly, trying to drag me away. “Stop making a scene! Come back with me!” Just then, the emergency room doors swung open, and a doctor rushed out. “The child has intracranial bleeding and needs immediate craniotomy. Who’s the guardian? We need your signature right away!” Marissa stumbled forward, desperately clutching the doctor’s arms. “How is my son? If you operate, will he survive?” The doctor winced in pain from her grip and frowned. “Without surgery, he will certainly die. With it, there’s a chance he might be paralyzed, but he’ll live.” Hearing this, Marissa nearly collapsed, steadying herself against the wall while glancing at Colin. I could see the reluctance in her eyes, but there was even more resentment. Colin gave a slight nod, and Marissa finally broke down, wailing uncontrollably. The doctor urged her again to sign the consent form. Instead, she snatched the document and tore it to pieces. “No! I refuse to consent to the surgery!” I broke free from Colin’s grip and gave Marissa a cold stare. I thought to myself, “Is she giving up already?” The doctor was stomping her feet in frustration, scolding Marissa with tears in her voice, “I’ve never seen a parent like you! You tore up the consent form without even asking questions. Your child could fully recover after the surgery! Why won’t you save him?” Colin stepped in front of the doctor, blocking her. “What’s it to you? You just said he might be bedridden for life. Are you going to take care of him?” I raised my hand and slapped him again. “How can you say such a thing? Weren’t you just heartbroken about Ollie, accusing me of killing him?” He was speechless, only able to glare at me hatefully. “You’ll pay for this!” Ignoring him, I took the doctor’s hand and gave her a bank card. “Please bring another surgical consent form. I’ll sign it. This card has no PIN. Please do whatever it takes to save him.” The onlookers around us started murmuring. “Is she the boy’s biological mother? A real mother wouldn’t refuse to save her own son.” “This is such a dramatic scene!” “Those two are supposed to be the girl’s good friend and husband. How shameless!” I sighed helplessly. One was my husband, the other my good friend. Yet they were trying to destroy me and my daughter. Even though I was now saving their son, they still treated me like an enemy. Marissa sneered, “Because of a doll, you manipulated your daughter into pushing my son down the stairs. Stop pretending to care about him. Even if he survives the brain hemorrhage, he’ll be disabled. What gives you the right to make decisions for me?” Colin chimed in, “Leah, Marissa has no one to rely on. I never thought you’d push her to the edge like this. What did she ever do to wrong you?” I let out a cold laugh. “No one to rely on? You’ve told that lie so many times you believe it yourself.” “Me, manipulating Ellen to hurt Ollie? Next you’ll say I wanted to kill Ollie for revenge because I discovered your affair.” “That’s ridiculous. If that were the case, wouldn’t it be easier to just kill you both?” Several bystanders applauded me, praising me for exposing their shamelessness. Marissa’s face turned pale, her hateful eyes looking like she wanted to flay me alive. They thought I didn’t know that as long as Ollie was alive, their scheme couldn’t succeed. In this lifetime, I would never let them have their way! Suddenly, I heard a police officer’s voice behind me. “Excuse me, someone reported an attempted murder?” Colin immediately perked up, rushing over with his phone in hand. “I have evidence—a video of Leah instructing my daughter to push Ollie!” After watching it, the officer turned to me. “Are you Leah? Do you have anything to say in your defense?” I shrugged, completely unfazed. “No.” Under everyone’s incredulous stares, I dialed Katy’s number. “The police are here. Are you ready? You can come over now.”

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After my parents’ fake daughter Hallie Klein attempted suicide yet again, my husband Marco Reeves secretly started seeing her behind my back, but Marco warned her that I must never find out about their relationship. “I can be with you, but Diana is my everything. She can never know about us.” Hallie pretended to agree, then sent me videos of Marco living with her, along with our son. Her message read: [No matter what, Marco will never leave me. Don’t bother trying to compete with me.] What she didn’t know was that I had no intention of competing with her. In one month, I would board a flight to Norway and disappear from Marco’s life forever. Marco called, his voice gentle and husky. “Honey, I’m a bit busy at work today, so I won’t be coming home. Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. I’ve booked a candlelit dinner at Island Garden. Let’s take our son there in the evening.” I listened halfheartedly while opening my WhatsApp chat history with Hallie. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video of her and Marco passionately kissing in a bedroom. [Diana, this is my anniversary gift to you.] Hallie was the adored princess of the Klein family, while I was their biological daughter who was only brought home at sixteen. My mother couldn’t bear to send Hallie away and insisted on keeping her in the Klein family, continuing to spoil her. She even announced to everyone that I was the Klein family’s newly adopted daughter to prevent Hallie from being mocked. When I was at my most vulnerable, I met Marco. He was a classmate of mine and Hallie’s, from the renowned Reeves family in Boston. Hallie and he had grown up together, and she had liked him for a long time, but he ignored her advances and fell for me, the transfer student, at first sight. During those innocent high school years, he stayed by my side for three years. He once promised to chase away all the bad people around me. “If everyone else takes Hallie’s side instead of yours, having just me on your side will be enough.” He proved those words with his actions for many years. All these years, only he loved me, giving all his love to me alone. I never imagined that one day, Marco would be the one to betray me. The truth is, everyone falls in love with Hallie. Everyone abandons me. My heart felt like it was being stabbed, but I couldn’t cry out. “Diana? Are you listening?” Marco asked with urgent concern. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” After a long silence, I finally sighed. “Marco, will you leave me someday too?” “I won’t,” he said firmly. “I will never leave you.” I scoffed. What an ironic, false lie. I really don’t understand why I asked such a stupid question. From his end of the line came a woman’s soft laugh. Though faint, I caught it. Marco glared at Hallie for laughing, but she just shrugged and sent me another message. [I didn’t mean to laugh out loud, Diana, but Marco looks so cute when he lies. Your question was really stupid. How could you even ask that? No one would ever choose you. Give up this foolish idea. With just a little effort on my part, Marco dotes on me too.] Marco was still making excuses. His tone carried a hint of panic. “That was just my assistant watching a TV show. I’ve already reprimanded her. Diana, we’ve been together for over a decade. How could I possibly leave you? Have you heard some rumors lately? Don’t believe any of them. Just trust me.” “Okay, I believe you. See you tomorrow,” I said. Only then did he relax. “Honey, get some sleep. See you tomorrow.” After hanging up, I quickly purchased a ticket to Norway and began preparing the necessary visa documents. Once everything was arranged, I collapsed on the sofa, tears falling. In my life, I’ve been abandoned by my parents and my husband. No one has ever firmly chosen me. If that’s how it is, this time, I’ll be the one to abandon them first.

The next day, I didn’t dress up or put on makeup. I just wore my casual home clothes and went to Island Garden. When I walked into the private room, Marco had already been waiting for some time. He looked up at the door with excitement, but his expression froze for a moment when he saw me. He revealed a hurt look. “Darling, today is our wedding anniversary…” I smiled. “We’ve been married for so many years now, why bother with these formalities?” After I sat down, our son Kade Reeves took a seat next to Marco, his eyes avoiding mine when he looked at me. I knew why. Hallie had already told me that my husband had secretly made her Kade’s godmother when he was born. Marco was obviously unhappy, I could tell, but I no longer had the desire to care about what he thought. Since returning to the Klein dynasty, I had lived cautiously for years, afraid of upsetting anyone, afraid they would abandon me. I had been abandoned for more than ten years and truly just wanted a family. But now, I felt relieved. It turned out that after choosing to let go, I could live so freely. After hesitating for a while, Marco said, “Darling, if I’ve done something wrong, I can change. On our previous anniversaries, you weren’t like this. I feel like something about you has changed…” “Have I changed? Perhaps. I want to live for myself for once.” I chuckled lightly as I picked up a piece of steak. “Since returning to the Klein dynasty, they taught me etiquette, requiring me to maintain proper manners at all family events. After marrying you, your family was even stricter in this regard. All these years I’ve felt constrained. Now I just want to live freely for once. Will you deny me even this right?” Marco held me tightly. “I’ll give you everything you want, just don’t leave me.” He seemed to sense that something was about to slip completely out of his control. The meal was unpleasant, with everyone lost in their own thoughts. Before leaving, Kade tugged at Marco’s sleeve, making faces. Marco cleared his throat, saying, “Diana, Kade wants to stay at his grandmother’s house tonight. I’ll take him there.” Kade said, “Mom, Grandma bought me a huge cake, and I want to go eat it.” What a transparent lie, but I didn’t expose it. Half an hour later, Hallie updated her Instagram. She posted a photo of a large cake with the caption: [Celebrating that I now have a ‘little son’ too.] “Fine, you two go ahead,” I said, forcing a smile despite my sadness. “Come home early.” From that day on, Marco and Kade never came back home. Every day they had different excuses, and each time I would only reply with “I understand.” As I looked at the empty house, my heart gradually hardened and sank into a desolate silence. As the days passed, my permanent residence certificate was also processed on an expedited basis.

The day I went to get my visa, my mother, Lila Klein, called and asked me to come home. I thought since I was about to end everything, seeing my birth mother one more time wouldn’t be so bad. It could be my way of repaying her for raising me all these years. When I arrived home, she first asked how I’d been doing lately, and I answered all her questions. “You must have had a difficult time these years. I’m sorry we couldn’t let others know you’re our biological daughter,” she said, pretending to care as she stroked my hair. “You know Hallie has severe depression, and I was truly afraid something might happen to her…” Yes, just because she had “severe” depression, I was forced to give up my husband to her. My mother knew about Marco and Hallie, yet she was still hiding it from me. Even that day when Hallie threatened suicide at home and begged Marco to come see her, it was my mother who called and asked Marco to go over. As we were talking, there was a commotion outside the door. “Mom, I’m home!” My mother instantly panicked. I turned around to see Hallie and Marco in his trench coat. When he saw me, he froze, quickly distancing himself from Hallie. My mother anxiously said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come home today?” Hallie feigned innocence. “I missed you.” She looked up and noticed me, then smiled. “Diana, you’re here too? Marco and I ran into each other, so we came together.” How ridiculous. I smirked, looking at Marco. “Ran into each other? You wanted to come here too? Why?” I always liked asking questions I already knew the answers to, enjoying the pain of reopening wounds. It kept me clear-headed. Marco hurriedly explained, “I came to get something from Lila, that’s all.” My mother immediately backed him up. “Yes, that’s right. Marco, I’ll get it for you now.” She signaled to the housekeeper, who promptly went upstairs and returned with an envelope. “Here you go, Marco.” Marco nodded and took my hand. “Diana, let’s go home.” But Hallie interjected, “Diana, Marco rarely comes home. Why don’t you both stay for dinner?” Marco’s face darkened. He was about to refuse when I stopped him. “Since that’s the case, let’s all have dinner together.” After all, after this meal, I would have nothing more to do with any of them. Marco cleared his throat and said, “I need to use the bathroom.” He stared intently at Hallie, signaling her to follow him. I watched this little drama unfold silently, then secretly followed them after they both left. They went to the garden of the Klein family mansion. “Did you do this on purpose today?” He glared at Hallie, gripping her hand tightly. “You deliberately brought me back because you knew your sister would be here!” Hallie’s eyes reddened. She said pitifully, “How could I possibly know Diana was coming? Didn’t you see me trying to cover for you in front of her?” “Cover for me? Don’t think I can’t see through your little scheme!” He abruptly released Hallie’s hand and said with disgust, “Hallie, let’s break up. I can’t bear the consequences if Diana finds out about us.” Now Hallie truly panicked. She clung to Marco desperately, refusing to let go. Crying, she said, “No, Marco, I was wrong. I’ll never do this again. I’ll behave myself and absolutely won’t let Diana discover our relationship.” Marco replied coldly, “It’s really over. You went too far today. I’m taking Diana and leaving, and we shouldn’t contact each other anymore.” Marco pushed her away. As he was about to leave, Hallie said through gritted teeth, “Fine, leave me, but what about your own child?” “Kade won’t see you again either. I’ll take him with me!” Marco said. “No, I’m not talking about Kade.” Hallie revealed a cruel smile as she caressed her stomach tenderly. “I’m talking about your child still in my womb.” Marco’s lips trembled. Hearing this, I felt sick to my stomach, wanting to vomit but unable to bring anything up. “When did this happen?” He seemed to realize something and suddenly looked up. “Was it that night?” I should have known—when a man no longer loves his wife, he naturally sleeps with other women too. I ran away, not wanting to hear any more. Back inside the house, my heart was still pounding. My mother, seeing my state, anxiously asked, “Diana, are you okay? Did you see something?” I looked at my mother, who was still protecting Hallie, and slowly shook my head. Marco and Hallie returned one after another. Hallie secretly smiled at me and mouthed, “You saw everything, didn’t you?” So she knew I was there all along. I put down my cutlery and picked up my coat from the sofa. “I’m leaving now.” Marco stood up. “Diana might not be feeling well today. We should go.” After leaving, Marco silently followed behind me. When he tried to hold my hand, I subtly avoided his touch. Shortly after, his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, his expression changed, but he answered anyway. “I understand.” After hanging up, Marco looked at me, his expression slightly flustered. “Honey, there’s an emergency at the company. I can’t take you home. You go ahead first.” With that, he hurriedly left. At that moment, my phone screen lit up. It was a text from Hallie. It contained a picture of her wrist cut and bleeding profusely. [Diana, do you think Marco will abandon you when he hears I’m threatening suicide while carrying his child?]

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On the eve of my wedding, I married a condom salesman I had just met. Just an hour ago, my sister Molly Craig posted a pregnancy confirmation on Instagram with the caption: [Brady is amazing, the doctor says it’s twins.] My ex-fiancé Brady Lambert commented: [Sweetie, you’re incredible, you’re our little hero!] My biological parents commented: [Our little princess and prince are coming soon!] I stared at it for a long time before liking and commenting: [Congratulations, wishing you happiness.] The next second, Brady called me. He yelled, “Norah Craig, how can you be so vicious? You know Molly has mental health issues, yet you deliberately provoke her. She’s your sister! Besides, you share the same blood with those children—they’re practically your own!” I let out a cold laugh, went home and posted my marriage license on Instagram with the caption: [Married.] A few minutes later, I received a call from my mom. She scolded, “Enough! Aren’t you ashamed? You’re Brady’s fiancée—this is an insult to him! Delete that photo right now!” So they still remembered I was Brady’s fiancée after all. I admired the photo of my newly acquired marriage license in my hand, seeing it juxtaposed with Molly’s pregnancy confirmation below, and found it ironic. Her Instagram was filled with congratulations from our parents and Brady, while all I got was their anger. Mom habitually snapped, “Stop trying to get attention with these tactics. If you don’t delete it, don’t bother coming home again!” She hung up without giving me a chance to speak. In the past, whenever she threatened to cut ties with me, I would immediately give in. But now, listening to the dial tone, I felt completely calm. When I refreshed Instagram, I saw Molly had posted again. She stood in the middle of a bridge, teary-eyed, with the river glistening below—quite an aesthetic photo. There was also a pregnancy diagnosis form and a bipolar disorder consultation form. The caption read: [I’m so tired. Was I asking for too much? I’ve tried my hardest but still don’t deserve love. What’s the point of living?] Brady immediately commented: [Sweetie, you deserve all the love in the world. I’ll love you forever, and so will the babies in your tummy!] This was followed by comments from our parents and mutual friends. They all comforted her while criticizing me for being too harsh on someone who was both ill and pregnant. Watching this drama unfold, I could only find it ironic. This wasn’t the first time Molly had threatened suicide, but in reality, she had never been hurt at all. Every time she cried about being depressed and wanting to die, they would rush to surround her with comfort. Then Molly would naturally calm down and receive even more care and protection. Time after time, no one ever questioned her act. Soon, I received another call from Brady. He shouted, “Norah! Come apologize to Molly right now! If anything happens to Molly and the children, I’ll never marry you!” I couldn’t help but remind him, “I’m already married. Didn’t you see the photo?” Brady fell silent instantly. Molly’s tearful voice came through, “Brady, it’s all my fault. Otherwise, Norah wouldn’t have stolen images online to pretend she’s married. I should be the one apologizing to her. Don’t pressure her.” As soon as she finished, Brady angrily said, “Molly, don’t blame yourself. This is clearly her fault. You’re too kind-hearted, which is why she bullies you. I’ll make sure justice is served for you!” Listening to them defend each other, I closed my eyes briefly, then hung up without hesitation.

When Molly and her group returned, I was packing my things in my room. This was the marital home Brady and I had bought together, each of us paying half of the down payment. During every excited discussion about decoration, I had looked forward to moving into this home that belonged to us. But as soon as the renovations were complete, Brady let Molly move in. Only then did I realize that every decoration suggestion Brady made wasn’t because he liked it, but because Molly did. I wasn’t even sure whose marital home this really was anymore. There was no point in me staying here any longer. I’d only met my husband once at City Hall when we got our marriage license. Apart from knowing his name was Gideon Barnett and that he sold condoms for a living, I knew nothing about him. With that profession, his salary probably wasn’t high enough to afford an expensive house in Los Angeles. But my original goal was simply to escape this suffocating family. I quickly rented a place outside and would figure out the rest later. Brady kicked my door open, his face dark with anger. “Norah, why haven’t you deleted that Twitter post yet? Are you playing dumb? Molly was finally feeling a bit better, and now because of you, she wants to kill herself again!” he demanded. I ignored him and continued packing. Brady finally noticed what I was doing and asked coldly, “What are you doing? Moving out?” Before I could answer, he sneered, “First you begged me to buy this place and move in early, and now you’re making a scene about leaving. What game are you playing?” I looked up, truly looking at Brady for the first time this month, and calmly said, “Brady, I’m married now, so naturally I need to move in with my husband.” He grabbed my wrist painfully and smirked, “Norah, you think this will threaten me? Molly is pregnant and needs care. We don’t have time for your attention-seeking drama. Even if you end up on the streets, I won’t stop you! Whether I marry you or not is my decision. Don’t try to manipulate me, or I’ll postpone the wedding date even further!” I irritably shook off his hand and continued packing my things from the desk. I had very few possessions, just essentials. Growing up, Molly had pretty dresses and dolls, while I wore patched-up old clothes and wasn’t allowed to develop any hobbies. Only the design competition trophies on my desk had moved with me from place to place—they were my most precious possessions. I carefully wrapped a trophy and placed it in the box. Suddenly, Molly rushed over and grabbed the trophy from my hands. “Norah, I’m really sorry, please don’t hate me. I’ll move out of your home right now and give Brady back to you.” She sobbed as if she’d suffered some terrible injustice. I hardened my expression and pulled back forcefully. “Let go!” With a crash, the glass trophy fell to the floor, shattering into pieces. I quickly bent down to pick up the pieces, but Molly came over and forcefully pushed my hand down, letting out a sharp scream. Brady rushed to support her as Molly cried in his arms. “I’m fine, Norah didn’t mean it, don’t blame her.” She opened her palm to reveal a tiny cut. Brady shouted at me, “Norah, who do you think you are? How dare you hurt Molly?” I curled my fingers, blood flowing from the cut on my palm that Brady completely ignored. The sight of blood seemed to trigger something in Molly. She began frantically smashing things, grabbing my trophies from the desk and throwing them to the floor like a madwoman. I panicked instantly and lunged forward, but could only touch the scattered fragments. “Molly Craig!” I slapped her hard across the face.

In the next moment, Brady grabbed a porcelain doll and smashed it against my head, leaving a purple bruise on my forehead. This was a handcraft we had made together—one for each of us—which took an entire month to complete. He once said these dolls represented us and promised to cherish them forever, yet now he hurled it at me without hesitation. I looked down at the white porcelain fragments on the floor, feeling my heart shatter along with them. Brady couldn’t care less and continued comforting Molly. He wasn’t worried about my broken possession but feared she might hurt her hand. At that moment, my parents rushed upstairs, drawn by the commotion. Seeing Molly crying, my mom didn’t even ask what happened before slapping me twice across the face. “Norah, how dare you hit your sister!” My dad approached and berated me, “How could I have given birth to such a vicious daughter? Molly’s condition is flaring up because of you!” I was shoved backward, bumping into a box from which my permanent residence certificate fell out. I instinctively picked it up, only for Brady to snatch it away. He snarled, “Norah, faking a marriage with photoshopped pictures is one thing, but you even made a fake permanent residence certificate?” I coughed a few times and looked at Brady mockingly. “Can’t you tell whether it’s real or fake? I’m already married, and that’s my husband in the photo. He’s much more handsome than you.” His face darkened, and forgetting about Molly, he walked over and gripped my throat tightly. “You wouldn’t dare!” Molly exclaimed in surprise, “Norah, even if you’re angry with me, you can’t just marry some random man! Your wedding with Brady is tomorrow—you’ll humiliate him!” I sneered, “I’m giving him to you. Aren’t you happy?” Molly fell silent, avoiding my gaze. Brady continued to roar in rage, his reaction intense, but my situation was deteriorating rapidly. Suddenly, I found it difficult to breathe. My throat itched, and I couldn’t stop coughing, as if my internal organs were about to come out. I collapsed to the floor, only then noticing that my mother had brought up a bouquet of flowers, which now lay beside me. They had forgotten again that I had asthma and couldn’t be around pollen. I frantically searched through drawers and boxes, struggling to find my asthma medication. But all I found were empty bottles—the several inhalers I’d kept in my room had vanished. Molly feigned surprise, saying, “I saw some trash on Norah’s desk a few days ago and threw it away. It wasn’t your asthma medication, was it?” Brady immediately defended her, “Norah leaves her things everywhere. You were just being helpful by cleaning up. You did nothing wrong!” As if suddenly remembering something, my mom walked over to pick up the flowers. “I almost forgot, I need to put Molly’s flowers in water before they wilt.” I felt a ringing in my ears as the sounds around me gradually faded. I desperately searched for my phone to call an ambulance. Before losing consciousness, I heard Brady’s cold laugh: “Stop pretending. It’s just a few flowers. She’s such a nuisance! Let’s go!” When I woke up, I smelled the antiseptic scent permeating the air and saw nothing but white all around me. Nearby, nurses were whispering among themselves. “Did you hear about those two women who came to the hospital last night? They’re both Craigs, apparently sisters. One was in shock when the ambulance brought her in, while the other just had a small cut on her palm. Yet her parents and husband were completely freaking out. So dramatic…” I felt sad hearing this but remained silent as I struggled to sit up. Seeing me move, a nurse quickly came over to help prop me up with a soft pillow, looking at me curiously. “That man who paid your hospital bills last night—was he your husband?” I froze, thinking of Brady, then quickly dismissed the thought. It couldn’t be him. The nurse continued, “He was very tall and thin, wore glasses, and was quite handsome!” I frowned, still trying to figure out who this person could be, when Molly’s voice came from the doorway. “Norah, did Brady come by last night? You’re sick, and he’s not even by your side. Don’t tell me you two had a fight and you got fake-married just to spite him?” Her face was all innocence, but every word dripped with malice and provocation. My mother immediately flared up, rushing over to slap me hard on the head, hitting exactly where Brady had struck me earlier. My head started ringing. She shouted, “Norah, how did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You were so jealous of your own sister that you went and married some random man? You have no dignity!” “Call that man here right now. He needs to provide proper engagement gifts. The mortgage on the house you and Brady bought isn’t fully paid off yet—he can pay it all at once. That way, your sister and Brady can live there without worries.” My mother spoke with complete self-righteousness. Even though I’d always known she didn’t consider me her daughter, I still felt disappointed. Molly secretly smiled, pretending to calm her down. “Mom, is that appropriate? If her husband is poor, it would put Norah and Brady in an awkward position.” Brady glared at me darkly. “Well, she chose him herself!” This only emboldened my mother. “Exactly! She ignored our advice. Even if that man beats her to death, she deserves it!” She didn’t care that I had just woken up from being sick, nor that we were in a hospital. She grabbed my hair, demanding I call my new husband immediately. The man and I were complete strangers—I couldn’t possibly drag him into this. Gritting my teeth, I said, “He’s just an ordinary person. He doesn’t have money to give you!” My mother’s grip tightened. My body hadn’t fully recovered, and as I struggled, something fell from my pocket. Molly quickly picked it up and exclaimed, “A condom salesman? Norah, why do you have this kind of business card? Don’t tell me this is your husband I’ve never met?!” With each word she spoke, Brady’s face grew darker. “Norah, all these years you’ve been acting cold with me, but behind my back, you’ve been this desperate? A condom salesman? Is he better at satisfying you than I am?” The spot where Brady had hit my head throbbed with pain, leaving me unable to respond. Meanwhile, my mother was already urging Molly to call my husband. I struggled to stop them, but Brady gripped my wrist tightly. His face was dark, yet he smiled and said, “You really like this husband of yours that much? You’re so protective of him?” I stared at him hard, then suddenly smiled. “Indeed. After all, he’s a thousand times better than you! Are you jealous now?” Brady’s expression changed, but before he could speak, the call Molly had placed connected. “Hello.” Molly glanced at me, then quickly said, “Hello, is this Gideon? I’m Norah’s sister. My mother and I just found out about your marriage to Norah, and we’d like to meet you.” The man paused briefly, then replied, “I’ll be right there.” They arranged to meet at a restaurant near the hospital. Although I didn’t want to spend time with them, especially facing Brady’s gloomy and sharp gaze, this situation had dragged Gideon into it, and I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. However, when Gideon walked in, I barely recognized him. His features were the same, but his entire aura was completely different. The first day we met, he was wearing just an ordinary shirt and slacks, pushing a cart selling condoms in the mall. Though he was handsome, he didn’t have this noble air about him that he had now. That’s precisely why I had the courage to approach him and ask if he wanted to get married. As soon as Gideon entered, he walked straight toward me, sat down beside me with remarkable ease, put his arm around my shoulders, looked at Molly and the others across the table, and whispered in my ear, “Honey, why don’t you introduce them to me?” I was stunned by his natural familiarity in both gesture and term of endearment, and just as I was about to speak, Molly jumped in first. She stared at Gideon’s face with obvious jealousy for a moment, then feigned innocence while asking a question dripping with malice: “Gideon, I heard you sell condoms…” Gideon nodded. “You could say that.” Molly’s expression grew even more smug as she affectionately wrapped her arm around Brady’s. “Gideon, let me introduce you to Brady. He’s a director at Solaris Group. Sales must be tough these days, right? Since we’re going to be family, you could ask Brady for help.” Brady stared at me and sneered, “As it happens, Solaris Group collaborates with Apex Group—you know Apex Group, right? The domestic leader in all product categories, even ranking first in the condom business. If you beg me, I could throw a small contract your way—enough for you to make some serious money!” I couldn’t take it anymore and reached for the water on the table, ready to splash it in his face. Gideon stopped me by holding my hand, his face still wearing that gentle smile, as if he wasn’t the one being humiliated. Then he made a phone call. “Mr. Walsh, does a mere director from Solaris Group dare to bully Apex Group? My wife is very angry right now, and if you don’t handle this properly, I won’t let Solaris Group off the hook!” Molly’s laughter stopped abruptly, her eyes filled with shock and panic as she looked at Gideon. Brady’s eyes also flashed with momentary panic, but he quickly composed himself and smirked at me: “Norah, if you’re going to hire an actor, at least find someone convincing—not someone wearing cheap clothes pretending to be a CEO!” As Brady spoke, he casually flashed the luxury brand logo on his jacket with a contemptuous expression. “He can only afford cheap suits—must have just finished meeting with clients, right? Norah, when did your taste become so poor? If you just admit this is all an act, our wedding can proceed as scheduled!” Molly’s smug expression froze as she looked at Brady in disbelief. “Brady!” I found it both ironic and amusing. “Who are you to look down on honest work? Brady, don’t think too highly of yourself. I’d choose a homeless person off the street over a hypocrite like you—someone who pretends to be decent while secretly sleeping with his fiancée’s sister and getting her pregnant!” “Norah!” Brady was furious with embarrassment and raised his hand to slap me. Gideon effortlessly caught his hand and smiled. “Hitting people isn’t appropriate, is it?” The commotion attracted attention from nearby diners, and many glances were cast our way. “Isn’t that the Barnett from Apex Group…” “Yesterday’s financial news…” Fragments of conversation drifted over, and Brady frowned. His company collaborated with Apex Group—more accurately, even a small contract from Apex Group would cover their entire year’s profit. However, he sized up Gideon standing before him. He thought to himself that while Apex Group’s CEO also had the surname Barnett, that CEO was reportedly a decisive middle-aged man, while this man before him was clearly a nobody. He sneered, “Don’t think you’re special just because you share a last name with Apex Group’s CEO. Want to bet that with just one word from me, you won’t even be able to work as a salesman anymore?” Gideon raised an eyebrow. “Does your boss know how arrogant you are outside the office?” Brady’s expression grew even more mocking. “You think you can intimidate me by mentioning my boss? You’re not worthy! Apologize to me now, and I might still forgive you!” “Brady, who do you think you are?” My anger flared, and for the first time, I realized how poor my judgment had been. Gideon gently restrained me, his face still wearing that unchanging smile. “Mr. Lambert, I think you should start packing up for unemployment.” Molly stirred the pot from the side, crying, “Norah, we were just trying to help. It’s one thing if you don’t appreciate it, but why insult Brady?” Hearing this, Brady’s expression darkened further. The next moment, his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, Brady quickly answered, his tone extremely fawning: “Mr. Cortez, what can I do for you…” Before he could finish, furious shouting erupted from the other end, loud enough for everyone to hear. “How dare you offend Mr. Barnett from Apex Group? Because of you, Apex Group is withdrawing their investment—a hundred-billion-dollar project gone! Brady, you’re fired!” Brady froze, his face turning ashen. Finally seeming to grasp the situation, he looked at Gideon in disbelief: “You’re the CEO of Apex Group?”

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